I'll make it up to you with a holiday contest! Well not really a contest since there's no competition, just really nice drawing that will be featured here uvu
Whaddya say, bros? You down for a little holiday cheer?
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[EDIT] I DID IT OH GODShould I remake the Stephano blog? I mean I think I want to, but nobody else seems to really remember or care very much.[EDIT] I DID IT OH GOD by Talenca
I mean the story would be different if I were receiving overwhelming support. *nudges u*
I remade the blog, may god have mercy on my soul. Here it is, old domain and everything.
Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 4Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 4 by PagesofAngels
The second the door slammed shut, Isis's anger redirected itself towards her sons. Stephano and Gonzales shrank into the floor as their mother glared fiercely down at them, the gold in her eyes flashing like fire.
"What did I tell you about playing with those things?!" She raised her voice at them, her words echoing around the room again. "When I tell you two not to do something, there's a reason for it!"
"We're sorry." Stephano lowered his head, not wanting to look his mother in the eye.
"You two do not comprehend the amount of trouble you're in!" Isis continued in a fluster. "You deliberately disobeyed me; and now, because of it, your father wants you for…"
Isis paused suddenly, holding her head in her hands. Stephano and Gonzales looked at each other and then back at their parent, wondering to themselves if something was wrong. Small sounds came from Isis as she slowly began to sink to her knees, the adrenaline of the past few minutes finally cat
Hyperthymesia-Trust (25)Mr. Chair smiled wearily as his friend took his hand away from his forehead. After a night of fitful sleep, if it could be called sleep, his body had been washed of sweat and his body had cooled. The hallucinations went from vivid dusks flying around him and voices that screamed curses in his ears to dark spots at the edges of his vision and the softest of whispers lost in the air. He still quivered, not with pain, but with the effort of sitting himself up with his sleep-deprived body.Hyperthymesia-Trust (25) by HeavenLightYukiko
He was so lucky to have friends like the ones he has.
“Your fever has gone down a lot,” Stephano remarked, taking his hand away. “I think you’ll be fine for now. If you want, I can go alert Martin of your condition. He might know what else to do if you’re still having pains.”
Mr. Chair shook his head and stood from the mattress, his hair sticking to the sides of his face from his recent bath. “That’s alright, I feel fine. Just tired. Maybe now I can get som
A Thousand Years: Stephano x Jennifer"Heart beats fast, colors and promises."A Thousand Years: Stephano x Jennifer by Stormyclo297
Stephano stood by the door of the great hall. In his hand he held a rose, and he had thought once, twice, even three times of what he was about to do. He looked through the door, and saw Jennifer standing there. Her long, black hair was hanging in front of her shoulder, and she twisted it in rings around her fingers. Stephano backed out of view of the door, and grasped the rose tightly.
"How to be brave, how can I love when I'm afraid to fall?"
He was shaking severly, and felt short of breath. What if Jennifer didn't feel the same about him? He closed his eyes. "Be brave..." Stephano whispered to himself. "Don't be afraid. Be brave like you always are." He looked back out the door. Jennifer was all alone.
"But watching you stand alone, all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow."
Stephano realized, then, that there wasn't anyone who felt this way towards Jennifer. He fixed his hat, and wiped his clothes. After he was sure no dust was on his outf
Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 3Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 3 by PagesofAngels
Eloi's piercing silver eyes looked over his sons, silently examining them from a distance. The corners of his mouth curled upwards into a warm, almost proud smile. Neither of the brothers knew why their father was there, but neither of them liked it. Stephano protectively stepped in front of Gonzales, whose bleeding shoulder was beginning to stain his entire sleeve red. Eloi saw the wound and took a few steps closer, forcing the siblings to back themselves against a wall.
"Here, Gonzales," He said, dropping onto one knee in front of the boys; his voice dripped with a heavy French accent. "Let me see it." Eloi offered his hand to the child who most closely resembled him, but he only shank back further.
Stephano defiantly glared at his father. He was unsure as to whether or not he and Gonzales could trust him; Eloi had been with them the first few years of their lives, and nothing had seemed wrong…but after their mother had taken the brothers to live with her in t
Welcome to Stephano-FC!
This is a group for all Stephano lovers
For those of you who don't know:
Stephano is a golden statue in Amnesia: The Dark Descent. He was found by the legendary Pewdie, and have been bros ever since.
Now here are the rules:
All works must have something to do with Stephano (of course)
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